Dine & Dash

I was on a vacation alone and trying to decide what to have for dinner when I settled on Hooters. I was in a good mood and felt like treating myself. I had a great time there, slammin down drinks and eating wings all while checking out all the sexy ass waitresses walking around. After I had my fill and was ready to go I asked my waitress for a glass of water. I watched intently as she walked back into the kitchen. Once the doors shut I quickly scooped up my stuff and began to casually make my way out.

This was a dance that I had grown quite familiar with. I've been doing it so long now that it's kind of tradition for me. Every time I take a vacation, dinners are free. I know I won't be coming back as well as the fact that no one around would ever recognize me, so what's the worst that could happen. Plus, the few times I got caught I simply played it off like I was getting my wallet from the car, paid and made my way out.

Through the front door. Success! I picked up my pace as I made a bee line to my car. I had just about made it when I heard footsteps running up behind me, followed by a light tap on the shoulder. I sighed, I knew I was caught, so I turned around and found myself face to face with my server. She raised her hand up, opened it, and as if to show me brought her open hand closer to my face, showing me a fine powder in her palm.

Next thing I know, this bitch blew that shit right in my face! It went in my mouth, up my nose, and even got in my eyes, and all three burned like hell. I dropped to my knees, coughing so hard and unable to catch my breath. Did this bitch really poison me for not paying my bill? Is she trying to kill me. I still couldn't breath right and my head began to spin as the world around me began to fade out...

I came to moments later. As I got up and looked at my surroundings I realized I was in deep trouble. She had used shrinking dust on me and now I was the size of a small action figure. There was nothing I could do to stop her as she reached down and pinched me between her fingers. The feeling of being picked up so quickly could only be described like one of those rides at an amusement park that shoot you up super-fast, only this was way faster, as well as way higher.

"So you decided to pull the old dine and ditch huh?" She said, finally speaking to me. "Don't worry, I'll let you work off your bill later tonight when I get out of work. And seeing as I have no pockets, and there's no way your pathetic ass is getting anywhere near my boobs, so that only leaves one last spot left to stuff you."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What spot? Please, I'm sorry! Just grow me back and I'll pay you! I learned my lesson, I'll never do that again, I swear!"

She laughed. "You learned your lesson? Oh I think not honey, you haven't even gotten the chance to face your real punishment. Like I said, there's only one place I can keep you."

She shuffled for a second and then reached down. I tried to look, but her hand wrapped around me prevented me from seeing what she was doing. It wasn't until she held her sock up that I finally realized just how bad I fucked up.

"Wait! Please! No!"

She completely ignored me as she wasted no time tossing me into her sock. To no surprise, it smelled absolutely rank! I tried to quickly claw my way up and out, but to no avail. She was way to quick and her foot was in the opening before I even made it half way up. A second later her toes smashed into my face and flipped me over and in the blink of an eye I found myself tightly pressed into her sole face first. I could feel her fingers pinch me a little as she went to adjust her sock. Then in an instant, it was as though the floor had disappeared as she pulled down on the sock. I turned over as I fell, landing on my stomach, just in time for her to release her sock, shooting me back up into her sole and pinning me there tightly.

"That's better," she said casually before slipping her foot back into her work shoes.

As her foot slid into place, I could hear the built up sweat in her insole begin to squelch under her weight. I could feel it oozing out and socking into the sock, as well as myself. As her weight fully settled, I just wished my body would give out and end this, but I knew shrinking powder makes its victims virtually indestructible.

Unfortunately for me, I had came shortly after her shift had started and she still had the whole night ahead of her. As I was trampled into her filthy sock and insole, I didn't think it was possible for my environment to smell any worse, but I was quickly proven wrong as the stench of her feet increased consistently and exponentially. It was Hell. I would have gladly paid my bill. She didn't have to take it to this extreme.

Although I couldn't hear much, I was able to tell by the slamming door and blasting music that she had finished her shift and was now in her car getting ready to head home, and I couldn't have been happier. I couldn't wait to get out of this filthy Hell hole. It only took a few minutes before I noticed that her foot was getting increasingly hotter and sweating more and more with every passing second. It took me a moment to realize that she had to have turned on the heater at her feet. The worst part is that we're down south in the summer time and the heat is already disgusting. She must be pretty pissed to be willing to suffer through that just to make me more miserable. Man. I really fucked up..

Finally, the car stops and the weight increases once again as she gets out and makes her way into her house. After just a minute of being trampled, all the weight lifted off of me, and I could tell by the way I was held up that she had propped up her feet and was relaxing. A few moments later, her shoe slid of and light began to trickle in through her sock. Now that her shoe was off the intensity of the smell quickly diminished, but never fully went away. The smell was still one of the worst things I had ever experienced, but it was still better that what it felt like in the shoe. I heard her start coughing.

"My God these shoes reek!" She said. "I bet you wish you hadn't tried to stiff me on the bill! Welp, time to take you out and let you start getting to work paying it off."

She removed her sock, and to my horror, I found that I was crushed so deep into her foot that I was stuck there, which she found to be hilarious. She moved her foot up to the toe of her shoe covered other foot, and began to drag her foot across it, painfully peeling me off. I fell down and rolled over on my back just in time to see her massive foot coming back down on me.

"Kiss it," she said.

I began to push feebly with my tiny arms in an attempt to get her to move her foot off of me, but only succeeded in pissing her off. Her foot slid down my body, leaving a thin film of sweat all over me, and came to a stop with her toes positioned just above my legs. She pressed down and scrunched her toes, pinning my leg between them, and then lifted me into the air.

"So listen her you little shit," she said, "when I give you an order, you follow it. If you don't I'm going to make your miserable little life even worse!"

She stood up, lifting me even higher as she did. Her toes finally released me, but unfortunately, I was very high when she let me go, and couldn't help but scream as I fell all the way down. She picked me up and put me back down next to her shoe and sat back down, placing her feet directly in front of me.

"Now get to lickin you little piece of shit!" She commanded.

Not wanting to anger her I rushed to her heel, placed my hands on her foot, and began licking. The taste was absolutely horrid. All the sweat that had accumulated on her feet cooled into a thick greasy slime after she took her socks off. I licked and licked, and although I could feel more and more of this slimy sweat building up on my tongue, it felt as though I was making very little to no progress. I snuck a peak at her and saw she was mindlessly playing on her phone.

"Hey," she yelled at me, noticing I had stopped. "Who said you could take a break!? You know what? Clearly you're not learning how to listen, so it's time to make things worse for you!"

Her hand shot towards me so fast I barely had time to react before I found myself trapped with my hand pinched between her fingers as she lifted me up off my feet. With her free hand she dug into her shoe and pulled out a sock. She used her fingers to spread the opening and dangled me above it. I could smell the stench that was still radiating off the sock.

"Please! Please!" I begged. "I'll lick, I'll lick, I'm sorry!!!"

"Oh no," she said, "you're not sorry. But you're about to be."

And with that her fingers opened up and I felt myself drop. As I fell into the sock, I managed to grab on to the edge of the sock to keep myself from plummeting down into the toe section. Now that both her hands were free she was able to efficiently stretch her sock out wide enough to shove her foot in as I tried to desperately claw my way out. I looked up as a shadow overtook me and got a nice view of the underside of her toes, right before she smacked me in the face with them and knocked me backwards into the depths of the sock.

I scrambled to my feet, determined to climb out before she slid her foot in, but as I stood I looked up out of the sock and saw her looking in as her foot hovered at the edge of the sock, already ready to find it's way in. She winked at me, then my view of the outside world disappeared as her toes entered and blocked the opening. With a second my body was crumpled under the shear force of her foot making its way the entire way in.

I felt her pinching, poking, and prodding with her fingers from outside of the sock, trying to readjust me to a position that was more comfortable for her. Now I found myself stuck, face first, under her toes, with my head resting under her big toe. The smell was gutwrenching and nauseating. I felt like I wanted to vomit, but nothing happened. Her foot came down, and as it settled into its natural position on the floor, I felt myself beging crushed and squeezed under the pressure of her toes. She stood and I could feel the pressure increasing substantially around me.

She went about the rest of the night as though I wasn't there. She didn't acknowledge me even once before going to bed. It wasn't until she got into bed and slid her feet under the warm covers that she spoke to me.

"You're in for a real treat tomorrow." She said. "6 AM workout, I hope you're ready loser!"

She gave me a few playful squeezes with her toes and giggled before settling into a more comfortable position for going to bed. I tried my hardest to sleep, but no matter what I did, I couldn't. I first I thought that it had been the awful stench that was keeping me awake, but as the night progressed, I realized that I wasn't even getting tired. I was wide awake and as alert as ever. I was in hell, and it seemed that nothing would come to save me. Not sleep, nor the loss of sanity. Not even death. In short, I was fucked until she decided otherwise...

To Be Continued...